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My Dead Uncle Bred A Nonce

"My Dead Uncle Bred A Nonce"

This probably ain't what they want, but like I give a sh**/
My dead uncle bred a nonce, and now forever rots in p***
On the day that he died, his daughter cleared his fridge/
Like why ain't I suprised, they're all weird like this div
I tend to stay clear, cause they all appear to be flids/
From this mess I disappeared, being as messed as their kids
Best they prepare for their fibs, to get published on net/
I do not ask for permission, from what I consider as less
All these Gammon get offended, when I go Ham with a pen/
Kicking toys out their pram, like ain't they meant to be men
If I was them I'd repent, instead of get bent out of shape/
As when it comes to my pen, ain't none of them wanna play
I will say what I want, when I want, that's a fact/
And ain't a nonce or it's family, gonna come do me Jack
They can chat all they like, like I won't strike em like match/
And if they want some excitement, they could try write a rap.

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Written by MrDunnePoetry (Mr_Dunne_Poetry)
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